11: 01 a.m.
My heart is filled with ghosts of love that filled it
once upon a time, now all have become just disappearing
ghosts of death's embrace.
Sitting here amid ghosts of time, watching them roam around,
looking for what they have lost.
Past memories looming in their minds, each one wanting to
Memories like ghosts haunting and teasing emotions
Eliciting tears and heartfelt loneliness, cradling
Somber attitudes lying on outskirts of consciousness,
raking coals of deadened ghosts, trying to revive them.
Wanting to see what is missing without their presence
in dances of life.
Pulling up from the deepest part of me - shadows of memories
vaguely appear, but only momentarily.
Trying to focus in seems to be impossible - memories float
My heart is filled with ghosts of love that were
mine once upon a time, now all have become just
disappearing ghosts of death's embrace.
Realizations dying within the reality of another moment that
is being lived without you, my dear, going home time after
time to a house that is no longer a home now that you're gone.
Looking in hidden shadows for a love that could be both
wonderful and unconditionally just for this poet, having
missed something that would've given love and fidelity in
this lonely human life.
Ghosts of past singers falling out into the atmosphere,
creating images and imagery once again in remembrance
of the beautiful flow of music.
Silhouettes of ghosts passing through hallways of my
mind, touching on times we've had together in the
No longer able to traverse our beautiful paths
Stars standing out upon stages of rehearsals and songs,
emptying hearts and refilling them with joyous memories
for these few moments today.